HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

© J.A. Storey -Taylor 2003



As long as there's the shimmer of

The dragon-fly on wing;

And the morning celebration of

The bird as it would sing;

The salt-tang of the sea

And the glimmer of the moon:

Then can I remember

That I journey Home.


As long as there's the whisper of

The sunlight and the wind;

And the seed of kindness sown to

Lay patient in my mind;

The scent of honeysuckle

And the sweet of honeycomb:

Then can I remember

That I journey Home.


As long as there's the razing of

Beauty to my eyes;

And acrid, acid poison

Fouls the seas and skies;

And man is cast in iron

And his name is set in stone:

Then do I forget

That I journey Home.


As long as there's the spreading of

Toxic conversation;

And blindness to the whole makes

Myopic preservation;

The fear which passes judgement

And the syntax of alone:

It is easy to forget

That I journey Home.


But as long as there's the stillness of

The soft and gentle mist;

And the flora and the fauna with

Which the Earth is kissed;

The taste of summer mint

And the ocean's curling foam:

Then can I remember

That I journey Home.


And as long as there's the friendship in

A stranger's open arms;

And the love of sharing

At the heart of giving alms;

The freedom of acceptance

For the glory of each dawn:

Then shall I remember

That I journey Home.

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